I found my bag with the tickets inside. "Here, have a ticket."
"You have one wish."
I tried to figure out how I had phrased my order to Kristen. "I wish that you will find that my penis tastes better than anything you have ever tasted. And my sperm — no, my semen! — tastes even better. This wish will expire at midnight, a week from tomorrow."
"Your wish is my command."
Patty came back to life. "Did it work? I don’t feel any different."
I opened my pants and said, "Give it a try."
Patty bent down and gave my dick a tentative lick. "Ooh… wow! It does taste good! May I do you again?"
I smiled at her. "No. But you can suck on it… gently, like Kristen. Like a baby with a pacifier."
Patty looked at me curiously but did so. I felt Patty start licking my shaft, and she sucked on my dick exactly as I instructed her.
I moved her body onto my bed, and she never allowed her lips to leave my cock. I knew that she wasn’t wearing panties, and reached underneath her dress and asked, "You mind if I rub you a bit?"
"Mmmm hmmmm," Patty said.
"You do mind?" I said, not exactly sure that she had given permission.
"Unh, hum," she said, refusing to take her lips off of me. "Doom it."
While Patty blissfully suckled my penis, I reached between Patty’s legs, feeling the moisture already forming from her inner lips. I rubbed up and down her slit, and she moaned in appreciation.
I continued to rub Patty gently, while she continued her licking and soft sucking. We did this for about a half hour. Patty’s clitoris was quite hard, and I occasionally brushed against it. I heard her sigh in release as her legs clenched together as she experienced one of her quieter orgasms.
I carefully pulled Patty’s head from my lap, forcing her to abandon her newly discovered favorite toy. I kissed her, and then I hugged her tightly.
"That’s how Kristen does it. Soft and loving, like that."
Patty nodded. "And, tasting it like that, I can see how she can willingly deep throat you. Would you mind if I practiced with you?"
Mind? A girl wanting to practice deep throat techniques? "Of course I wouldn’t mind. Remember, it will only taste this good for a week. I haven’t decided to make it permanent, but I have an idea."
Patty looked interested. "An idea?"
"What if I gave you a code phrase, like Popsicle breath that, whenever you say it to yourself, then whatever penis you see will taste just like mine does right now, just for, say an hour or so?"
"Like a post-hypnotic suggestion?" Patty asked.
"A what?"
"When a guy hypnotizes somebody, he can give a trigger phrase that when somebody says it, they do something weird."
"Way cool. Hypnotism, huh?"
Patty looked at me. "What are you thinking?"
I gave Patty my favorite evil grin. "Oh, something…"
Patty didn’t want to leave. Now that her taste in certain penises had been enhanced, she thought it would be cool to suck it all night.
I didn’t like having to turn Patty down. But I was in love with Kristen, and if I did something special like spend the night with a girl, I would really prefer to do it with Kristen. I told Patty instead that I wanted to think more about this "trigger phrase" that she had described to me, and especially how it might affect her directly.
Patty was disappointed, but she said she understood. She kissed me as I pulled my pants up, and after we went downstairs, she said good night to my parents.
I watched her drive away, thinking about how much I really had wanted her to stay, and glad that I had the internal strength to say "no" gently to her.
The next morning, I felt a gentle sucking on my penis, a sensation I had associated with Kristen. I was about to say, "Good morning Kristen" when I noticed that it was a red haired girl resting her head on my hips.
Patty must have sensed that I was awake, because she started actively fellating me. I realized that she was attempting to force my cock further and further into her throat. I remembered Patty asking "permission" to practice deep throat with me, and tried not to interfere with her work.
The constant movement of her head, however, combined with her occasionally stroking hands, set off my short fuse. I found myself pumping a load of semen into Patty’s mouth, eliciting an "Hmmm" of satisfaction from her.
"You know, Patty, you have a lovely way of waking a guy up."
"Mmmm hmmmm," Patty answered, her mouth still sucking my cock.
Patty was naked, but her body was further down the bed than I could reach. I let Patty continue sucking me for about ten minutes, after which, I really had a need to pee.
I carefully removed Patty’s head from my groin, and told her that I had to heed Mother Nature’s call. She grinned and told me that I should have made her like the taste of my urine, as well.
That thought actually shocked me, and I found myself shivering a bit on my way into the bathroom. Merry was just leaving the bathroom as I had gotten out of my room. She almost immediately noticed the state of my turgid erection, her eyes glued to my crotch.
I walked past my step-sister, and went into the bathroom. I had overslept a little today, not being awake before Patty arrived to take care of the morning wood. Once again, I had to clean up a bit of a mess after I managed to pee.
When I got back in my room, Patty was fully dressed, but still lying on my bed. Merry was in the room with her. I saw my step-sister blush a bit as I entered, but the erection that I sported a few moments ago had abated quite a lot.
"Are you having breakfast with us?" Merry asked.
Patty shrugged, and looked at me.
"Yeah, it might be a good idea," I told Merry. "Patty’s mother is visiting Patty’s aunt, who’s sick."
Patty smiled and allowed Merry to lead her downstairs while I changed.
It was the day before school started, and I was already missing Kristen. I couldn’t believe that up until yesterday, I had seen Kristen almost constantly. Now, she was trying to see how strong her addiction to my dick and semen was by avoiding me. It had been the longest twenty-four hours since I had found those tickets.
When I got downstairs, Patty was eating breakfast just like any other member of our family. She was talking with my mother, and talking about her upcoming classes. My mother nodded, but her comments were short. It seemed as if something was on my mother’s mind.
As I arrived, Patty smiled at me. I sat down and made myself a bowl of cereal. Merry poured me a glass of orange juice.
My mom watched me, and then asked, "So, Jim, are you ready for school tomorrow?"
"I can’t say I’m looking forward to it, really. But I know that I’ll be seeing Patty and Kristen. It should be a lot better than last year."
"That’s nice," my mother said.
I looked at my mother. Something in the way she said that sounded a bit forced, but Mom’s face didn’t show anything different about her.
"What are your plans today, dear?" Mom asked.
I was about to shrug when Patty mentioned that we were all going to meet at Wendy’s house today.
"My boy seems pretty popular, huh?"
Now I knew that something was definitely bothering my mother.
I hurriedly finished my cereal, and went into the kitchen to wash my dish.
My mother followed me into the kitchen. "We need to talk, Jim."
"Now?" I asked.
"Patty will be all right with Merry. Can we go upstairs?"
I nodded, and my mother led me upstairs to my room.
My mother said, "Jim, you know that I have your best interests at heart, right?"
"Um, yeah…"